Thursday, April 26, 2012

My mother has gone, and left me here / My father has gone and left me here / I'm going to
weep like a willow / And mourn like a dove / O Lord, I cannot stay here by myself

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

ss scheming

1.

-  (prelude) theft at the cemetery under the bridge. grafton of the state, historical grafton.
the theft is senseless because the actors are indistinguishable.

- present orientation, intention: burial in the wild burial grounds (equator)

- the wound, unwrapping it. summer stairs (grafton)
- the sealed wound, sarcophagus plugging memory of force (plugging, removal) (memory time)
- force-sealed mouth (grafton)
- force-sealed mouth dead body (grafton)
- the cortege (journey to the burial grounds, equator)
- force, blame (transfer of weight), electrocution, death on the bridge (the opened memory, memory time)
- lust, forced death of lust (the closed memory)
- the single attendant, the burying weight (journey)
- celestial equatorial grafton, wild burial grounds - the seeding there.

2. The Book of Debt

-  (prelude) Knifebeaks in the (celestial) Impress oversee this debt

- the hole in the corpse's head opens way to the event horizon, in the (breathless) Great Lung
- debt the condition of birth. mother gravid in the hash-house.
- mother remembers in song a time of plenty - the eggs, the horse
- Knifebeaks oversee the journey of the indebted. Knifebeaks oversee the cutting away of the infant corpse.
- they make a wound. the wound produces.

3. Concurrent Nights

- (prelude) cave-time

- water glyphs, desert, sunlight
- flood devastated estate
- the hive, sunlight
- under-water life. sword-swallowing. caddis-fly ascent
- bubble, egg ascent
- a warm place under the surface
- the egg in the mouth

follow

- dreaming muscles. the sleeping string in the spine. (memory)

- present emptiness. scattering devils to corners and out windows (forgetting)

-trust for settled breath: constancy forms. week-long memory.

- balance for adornment; the freedom of the foot; the foot caresses the floor.

switch

- the camera at the shins; brain lateralization, soldiers, PTSD, attachment (memory presence)


lead 

- thinking a thought forward with firm arms (forwarding)

- apology and panic (struggle, forwarding)

- disassociation, heels, contact with the floor (memory)


Monday, April 23, 2012

blind report - what I think soft shroud is (without looking)

the poem is a mouth, describing its own tongue, teeth, inner cheeks, inner lips, palate. the mouth is a debt. (nietzsche said we use pain to burn memory and that way we can have debt, and that way we can have a 'People of Thinkers', - " trust, seriousness, tastelessness, and practicality")
first it was that poem though, the burning on of memory to allow the creation of 
an elaborated mouth.


now it is concurrent nights. time doesn't move forward there. it's beautifully warm and static. that would be slow to write. 

Sunday, April 22, 2012


warm place under the surface                                enteric brain, cat-minded body brain soft is                                 several inches of warm water under the surface                 a little bubble
silver egg with a wet chin                thigh remembers ending in chilly weed in the chilly dark                      above is mirror ball  brain                   turning silver in the warmth where the sun light can     between is the stump both giving and receiving                      fish-minded thigh-brain turns                the ganglion can 

     a little bubble
  silver egg

 a memory                                                    with a wet chin


Friday, April 6, 2012

a horse opens up a tract of land
in quiet hours
the people are laying their tables white
expecting the volcano

like we covered you with hats
to shield you from the sun
lovely body on our lawn now spouts
red filaments fountain fat petals pink and gold
a porous bread

           horse sniffs the air
           moves up into the hills

rain will bring ash
peach ash for loam apricot
ash for a mantle
 in dimness

a horse
stretches out her neck
touches her nose
to an abandoned pool
where eggs 'release
from the slippery strands, & float easily about'

silver eggs coming
laxly into
a green glow